rigid defiance

for a touch no sweeter than a rose's thorn jack's cracked crown: the winning prize   independent roleplaying blog

[witchesxandwizards-blog]

Her eyes narrowing slightly at him before glancing back down at the birds, “I still think you’re enjoying it more" Spencer cooed mockingly at the other her eyes wandering over each different pigeon as they bumped into each other fighting for their oh so precious little piece of bread. The witch folded the corner of the page over before placing it firmly against her hip hiding her wand from the view of the other, she’d just tucked it into her belt which wasn’t exactly very well hidden; “If you’re not a serial killer ‘m Spencer if you are then I’ll be going now."

[sweetxthorns]

      "Think what you may," Christopher replied, the same grin tugging at his lips. Christopher was a bit intrigued by the book she was reading, but he pushed it away, deciding not to ask. What if this one was the whole mind your own business and we'll get along swimmingly type of person? He didn't want to start off on the wrong foot, or anything. He shrugged his shoulders, a snicker escaping his lips. "It's only serial if there was a pattern." He stated, joking, of course. "I'm Christopher, though. Pleased to meet you, Spencer."

[sweetxthorns]

x. dizzyxlies x. fangsandfreaks x. shiftersinhiding x. amixedbunch

      In Christopher's mind, there were two types of parties. Lame ones, and good ones. If this party were to be classified on the lame party scale, it would be a very good lame party. There was beer, a slightly influx of people, just the music kind of sucked. It wasn't nearly as loud enough to get people pumped, or whatever. So evidently, this was a very bad good party. Personally, Christopher found it difficult staying entertained at any social gathering. But hey; he could still get drunk.

[sweetxthorns]

Is this multi or single verse?

I personally find it very hard to have a single verse independent roleplaying blog. So purely for the purposes of travel, since my character's location is strictly London, England, this is a multiverse blog.

[sweetxthorns]

breaking social expectations and using <dom> instead of <sub>

[sweetxthorns]

x. misfitoutcasts x. greasexup x. theclearwatermansion

      Well there was no other place to nap, really. And the train leaving for his house came in a solid half an hour. So naturally, Christopher wanted to nap. Evidently, there seemed to be only one place in the area where he was capable of doing that: the library. It was quiet, he can go in a corner and hide behind a book, and just nap. So that's precisely what he did. 

[uniquesx]

"It’s fine. Don’t worry about it." She spoke, her tone of voice calm and assuring, head now canted to the side as she noticed the male’s actions in which the feeling of nervousness was apparent and quite obvious. “It’s a pleasure to meet you." She spoke, her smile now softening. Now tucking a couple loose strands behind her ear, the red head’s attention now directed towards the alley he had just exited, her rosy lips pursing as she listened to what the male was explaining. “I definitely won’t from now on. Why were you in there, if you don’t mind me asking? —Hm, it’s fine. No need to apologize."

[sweetxthorns]

      "A pleasure?" Christopher repeated, a bit of shock and dismay shaping the tone of his voice. "Are you sure about that? Look at your arm-- it's all..." He paused, "Damp. --Most people don't enjoy that word much. I don't see the problem with it, personally. Just needs a bit of love, is all. ...Or was that with moist?" He shrugged, neat, isometric eyebrows pulling together as he analyzed the other's facial features, making sure to put them somewhere in his mind for later. "I was supposed to meet someone here, I think. Maybe not. I'm probably just exploring the city. That sounds more like me. What're you doing around?"

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BEYRRYE BRYE EYBRYEBRYYBEEBYRYRRYBEYBR

[sweetxthorns]

the touching thing

[witchesxandwizards-blog]

A small laugh left the young Slytherins lips as she watched the birds dodge and dive trying to at least get a small piece of the bread the stranger was throwing, her book laying open in her lap with her twist in the centre holding it open so she wouldn’t lose her page. “You shouldn’t be enjoying that as much as you are" Spencer told the other idly watching as the new piece of bread fell to the floor causing an all so familiar frenzy between the birds. She couldn’t talk, she was probably enjoying watching them a lot more then we was.

[sweetxthorns]

      A faint snicker escaped his lips as his gaze averted to the one across the cobblestone path. Their benches ran parallel from each other, so he had a very clear view of the other. And evidently, so did the pigeons. Christopher didn't offer much of a reply to that, but instead he simply tossed a whole piece of bread across the path, a few feet in front of the female. At this, the pigeons reacted in a fairy hostile manner, all quickly flying over in a state of utter hysteria. His grin spread wider. "Not as much as they are, at least."

[uniquesx]

The red-haired female was simply pacing the streets of the foreign city — well, foreign to her at least — as she then felt abrupt contact between her and another. Letting out a small grunt upon impact, her cheeks immediately began to warm up out of pure embarrassment; a sheepish smile now tugging at both corners of her lips. Looking up and glancing at the one she had bumped into, Merida took a step back to give the male some personal space. “I-It was my fault.. S-Sorry." She always possessed the habit of stuttering while nervous. “I’m Merida." The petite female spoke, her eyes immediately directing to his moist articles of clothing. “Why’re you all wet?"

[sweetxthorns]

      "No, no. That was all me. You were walking, I was running. Then-- ah, you know what happened." He seemed a bit anxious, in fact. Shaky body movements, rapid speech, though in contrast to all that there was still a very friendly grin gracing his features. "Hi, Merida." He exclaimed, voice pretty moderately volumed. Not too loud, not too quiet. Very warm, very gentle, very British. His eyebrows tugged together as he looked back into the alley, shaking his head as he frowned. "Do not go into alleyways at night. They are a very wet, dark place. I would not recommend it. Sorry about bumping into you, Merida."

[sweetxthorns]

x. witchesxandwizards x. holacamille

      Another few pieces of bread went falling to the ground at the herd of pigeons in front of the male. A light snicker escaped his lips as he watched the little scavengers rage and fuss about, snatching the bread from right under each other's beaks. They were like his little army of minions, him baiting them up-- preparing them for battle. Perhaps if he made a trail of bread, and walked away, they would follow? That would be quite the sight. Walking down a major city street, a hoard of pigeons following him. Another small chuckle escaped his lips, as he tossed another piece. This was amusing.

[theirxarchive]

      Serena was exhausted, to say the least. She wasn’t actually sure if coffee was going to help this right now, but it was worth a shot and she was skipping one of her least important classes right now anyway. That should count for something, right? There were very few seats around and the girl could see people were waiting and one boy in particular caught her eye as she glanced up from her textbook. One of the seats across from her was empty and she sighed, they didn’t really have to speak if she told him to sit with her. "—— Did you want to sit here?" She spoke up, finally, and gave him a smile. “I think it’s one of the only available seats left and you seem a bit anxious."

[sweetxthorns]

      His gaze seemed to magnetically flicker over to this one table, from where this one person spoke up. Perhaps that was partially his nosy side, because he wholeheartedly was not expecting the other to be speaking with him. A small, bashful grin played upon his lips as he nodded, "Anxious is a very defining word for me." He answered, taking his book and coffee with him, placing them gently on the table before taking a seat in front of the other. "Just-- pretend I'm not here. You seemed to be quite invested in your studies." Another grin, this time a friendlier one, as opposed to nervous, or reluctant. Brown irises quickly scanned the female's facial features, before returning to his book, attempting to remember what page he was on before he set it down.

[sweetxthorns]

x. animatedxworld x. blithexspirits

      "Oh! Geez, fuck. Sorry about that." Clumsy, clumsy you. Always sprinting out of alleyways and ramming into people. At least Christopher had quite the lanky build, and he wasn't even all that tall, so it wasn't like a huge amount of mass tackling the other like a battering ram. Just a little stumble, a bit of a bump. "Oh, that's wet." He said, running a hand through his dripping wet hair which then procceeded to leak onto practically drenched clothes. "And dark. It's fairly dark. Hi, I'm Christopher."

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          Why the blonde had ever decided to pick up this little side-job was one hundred percent beyond her—actually, no it wasn’t, she needed the money, everyone needs money. Plus, she can’t complain, Elesa was even fortunate enough to pick up a few friends through this job, more than she’s used to anyway. When he asked for the price repeated, she finally got a good look at his face, he looked rather familiar——well maybe he just has one of those faces. At this point Elesa can’t tell if that’s good or bad, but it just made her want to explore him. “Uh—…two dollars a fifteen cents, sir." Snap out of it Elesa, you look like a foolish little school girl right now. Might as well take her break at this point, even if she wasn’t supposed to. She just really wanted to introduce herself to this man. So that’s exactly what she did. Making her way to him, her eyes were practically glued to the ground. “I — uh. Do I know you?"

[sweetxthorns]

      Christopher's weight shifted between his two feet, doing some sort of anxious I-need-to-pee type dance. American currency always made him feel a bit anxious. Personally the sound of quid and euro rolled a lot sweeter off the tongue. He pulled out two bills, offering it out to the other. "I have fifteen cents, I'm sure.." He said, sentence sort of trailing off as he put away his wallet to dig into his pockets, finding a a nickel and dime in the mess of receipts and lint. "There you are." He said with a prideful grin, nodding to the other.

     After Christopher managed to retrieve his tea, he walked over to the station where you normally would put in the the ingredients and whatnot. All he wanted was a tad bit of milk. Soon though, he turned around at the voice of another nearby, his eyebrows perked up. "--Uh, it's a bit hard to tell with your eyes on the ground, love." He said, voice gentle and warm.  

[sweetxthorns]

x. volcanoesx

      "Uh-- no sugar, please." Murmured hesitant lips, eyebrows tugging together lightly. He silently watched the employee move off to make his tea, moving up slowly. It was sort of like an assembly line. It was definitely a previously unseen system for just a regular Starbucks. Christopher reached a hand back, pulling out his wallet from his back pocket.  "Sorry-- uh, how much was it again?"

[sweetxthorns]

x. theirxsunshine

      There was a certain aura of gracelessness the male portrayed as he stood there, the tip of his right foot tapping anxiously at the ground as he waited in line. His hands were shoved into his pockets, hazel hues scanning the area for potential seats. Why was he here, anyway? Perhaps to find a quiet place to indulge himself into this book. He didn't even like coffee all that much, yet somehow café's were usually the only place he could find peace in. Seemed silly, at best.

[sweetxthorns]

x. pyropolar

      It was a bit of a perpetual staredown between him and that underachieving airhead normal beings would classify as a human. Hazel orbs rested upon the creased forehead of the infinitely larger male, as his lips upturned into a small smirk, before he let out a mocking laugh. Bitter, sarcastic, and ultimately very loud and obnoxious. More than likely just to piss the guy off.

      It didn't take much time before Christopher was in full sprint, running as far away from that place as he could. It was probably pretty dangerous, peeving off a college jock like that, but he knew he could wind up escaping. Unfortunately a distracted mind and distracted eyes called for-- CRASH!!

      Christopher stumbled backwards, rubbing his eyes before he looked up to the person he ran into, eyes taking a bit of time to refocus. "Aye, mate! Watch where you're goin' 'lright?" He paused, a bit of a frown replacing his features. "You're 'lright, aren't ye?"

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